While I am someone who is all about special treatment especially in the form of gifts like freebies, swag bags, and bonuses. I’ve never been someone who gets them by playing on someone else’s guilt, even when it might be appropriate to do so. I’ve also never in my life played “the race card” or the “woman card.” Sure, racism and sexism exist, but my theory is that if I don’t set myself up to be a victim of that BS, then that greatly minimizes the chances of it happening to me. Not saying that hasn’t happened to me, and when it has, in the infinite wisdom and profoundness of In Living Color’s Homey D. Clown, “Homey don’t play that!”
But at 33 weeks pregnant, with sore swollen feet the size of Andre the Giant’s, I don’t care about making someone be nice to me or give me something to remedy my discomfort.
Sometimes, like when I’m in the subway I subtly start to rub my belly, which (because I’m still not that big) has prompted more than one person to ask me if I had a stomach ache. I then say politely, “No, I’m not sick, I’m 7 months pregnant.” They usually react with surprise and then say something along the lines of, “Wow - you look really good for being pregnant.” While my outside voice smiles and says in the innocent Southern drawl I can pull up instantaneously, “Oh, thank you. That’s so sweet!” My inner voice, the New Yorker of the past 15 years says, “Yeah, yeah yeah! Now will you please get your fat ass up and give me your seat? In fact, I could use the entire row so that I can put my Fred Flintstone looking feet up.”
What I used to think of as cheating, like going to the front of the line, is now more acceptable to me now that I’m in this “more fragile” state. And if I was back in SoCal right now and I had a handicapped sign to hang from my rear view mirror, I WOULD! Without ANY guilt if it meant I was closer to my destination. I don’t feel this makes me a bad person. Just a person who, for the first time in her life, is putting her and her baby’s needs before those of others. I’ve never done that before.
So what I’m really saying ladies is that you’re only pregnant for 9 months. While it is an awesome, incredible, miraculous time in your like, it can also be miserable on several levels - so you milk that special treatment for all you can, Girlfriend! ‘Cause before you know it, it’s gonna be over!